Torrent (3)

All You Need Is Water

▸ Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift Feat. The Civil Wars

REMEMEBER To USE YOUR PITCHFORKS AT THE BAD GUYS AND NOT ME

Hours passed since Monroe had her fun with the electrifying us. During this time, Ethan, Jackson and I got to know each other. Very well. The couple loved to show off their love for one another.

"You know, if we weren't in this situation, this would have been a great talk." I admitted, sending a smile towards the boys. "You guys aren't that bad. Especially you, Jackson."

"You're not that bad either Nevah." Jackson chuckled out.

"Does Scott even know we're stuck here with Gerard?" Ethan wondered.

"I honestly don't know." I sighed. "Gerard told me he would tell Scott...but I don't trust Gerard. He could have used that to fill me with hope or something. But Gerard could also use it to mess with Scott."

"Well Gerard has always been an ass." Jackson said, glaring at the closed door.

"So I've heard." I muttered. A loud creaking sound came as the door opened. The three of us glanced at one another noting that no one had entered the room. Gerard came storming in with Monroe, both wearing proud smiles. "This can't be good."

"Get them down and separate them. Torture them, but keep them alive. I want full interrogation. Ask about Scott McCall and his pack, demigods," Monroe looked at me. I sent her a hard glare. "Anything that involves the supernatural. And to whomever gets Nevah...find out what type of demigod she is. Her godly parent, the mythology, if she has any weak spots. I want them all."

"You know we won't talk." I gritted out.

"Oh, I know. But maybe your new roommate will." Monroe smirked. She turned towards the hunters near the door. "Bring him in."

There were sounds of struggling and something I was all too familiar with. My heart sank and my blood turned to ice. Two hunters follow by a third holding a gun carried in Grover. Grover looked up, his eyes meeting mine.

"Grover?" I breathed in. He wasn't wearing his pants or fake shoes, fully revealing that he was a satyr.

"Nevah?" Grover whimpered out, his eyes filling with mixed emotions. I turned to glare at Monroe and Gerard.

"What the hell is your problem!?" I yanked on my restraints.

"I figured you knew this...thing." Gerard neared Grover, nudging him with his boot. Grover bleated out a curse at him. "His kind has to deal with whatever mythology you're from."

"Leave him out of this, okay? He hasn't done anything-"

"We know." Monroe smiled, tilting her head at me. "He's some sort of hippy. Tried talking us out of the war too."

"Then let him go." I pleaded. "He's innocent."

"Nev-" Grover started. I shook my head at him, cutting him off.

"You know," Monroe started, walking towards me with her hands on her hips. "We found him looking for you actually. So, technically, you are the one who brought him here."